Rebecca
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, save stripper bear, and trust me, he is gay. Save Rebecca, I made her.
Summery: Jack lost the most important woman in his life a long time ago, to a slave ship. What happens when she reappears as someone else and doesn't recognize him? Will he be heart broken forever? Or will she remember him? Not what you think, and not a Mary Sue!!!
A/n: I could kick myself right now. Stupid here hasn't gotten to the reason that Jack kidnapped her in the first place. I was gonna put it in the last chapter, but I forgot, so now I will find a way to work it in this one...*ish very mad at herself*
Chapter 4- Painful times
Jack grabbed a hold of the chain that was now hanging limply, and tied it around the pulley system. He looked down at Becca, who had now curled up in a ball on the corner of the lifeboat. "You all right?" He asked, looking down at her, getting no replied. She shook a little, and Jack slipped down next to her, and shook her. "You still a live?" He asked, not sure what he should do.
Becca chocked back a sob; the last thing she wanted was to be by him. He had tried to shot her, and that had scared her horribly. But then again, who wouldn't be scared She hated him for it, as he tried to look at her, in a contorting way, she growled lowly at him. He backed away a little, surprised, "Now luv, you have to let me see this, I will not have you bleedin' on me pearl now can I?"
"I am not going on that damn ship again." Becca growled, and looked at him from the side of his own hat. "First, you let that damn crew of yours take my clothes, and an other thing that I owed. You are a horrible man," She finshed, and twitched when Jack took the hand that he had shot at. He undid his bandana off his head, and wrapped around her hand.
"You ain't the first to say that luv, and you won't be the last." Jack said, "But the first to make it hurt." He whispered to himself. He looked at her, and sighed, "You'll live."
Becca got a blank stare, then it turned to a pissed off one. "I'll LIVE? OF COURSE I WILL LIVE YOU CRAZY ASSHOLE!" She shouted, and Jack cringed, "I only get kidnapped by the worst pirate that I have ever meet and to make matters worst not a damn soul in THE WHOLE CARIBBEAN CARES THAT I AM OUT HERE!" Tears litter her cheeks and looked out onto the ocean.
"Well, I care." Jack said, turn her chin to look at him.
"That is very comforting," Becca lied. "If you haven't kidnapped me in the first place, and for what the reason was, I am still not sure. What were you thinking, trying to shot me?" She growled at him.
"I resent that, I didn't shot you." Jack said, and she glared at him. "I shot at you." He corrected.
"Oh really, then what is this?" She held up her hand, which had been grazed by the bullet, which was now stuck in the wood nearby. "I believe, you shot at me, to kill I might add. And you hit me."
"Ha, only a flesh wound." Jack said, and took his hat back off her head. He replaced it on his head and yawned, "And if I had tried to kill you, I would have Luv. Now let's get back up to the ship."
"Is that all you have to say? Why wouldn't you let me leave?"
"And ruin the Pearl reputation? No thank you. You are stuck with me, so get used to it." Jack said, grabbing her by the back of his shirt, (For those just tuning in, she is still wearing his clothes.) and pulled her to her feet. "And if you want to know where your clothes are, I hind them."
There was a pause. "You hind my clothes? Why the hell would you do a thing like that?" She whispered to him, as he dragged her back to his quarters.
"Well, will you leave with out them?" He wasn't answered, "What I thought."
A week later
Becca looked at her spoon, spinning in on the small, desk like table. She looked hard in it, thinking about getting off the ship. She had been locked in the same room for to long, and Jack haven't come up with any ideas on what to do with her. This was a problem, for the fact was, he knew who she was, but she seemed to remember him as someone else. That was a problem, as soon as Jack walked into the room. Becca didn't look up, but held up a sign that said, "Let me out of here you fucker." It had been made using a spoon and the wood off the table.
"Erm," Jack started then sighed, "Not happening anytime soon, savvy?"
Becca held up a new sign that says, "I knew it. So I burned your pants."
Jack shrugged, "So, not like I need them."
"You a slut huh?" The next sigh read.
"Look, talk to me. With out the sighs."
"How about no." The next one read.
Jack sighed, and rubbed his forehead, "Look, I will tell you why you are here."
Becca looked at Jack, long and hard. "Okay, start."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, save stripper bear, and trust me, he is gay. Save Rebecca, I made her.
Summery: Jack lost the most important woman in his life a long time ago, to a slave ship. What happens when she reappears as someone else and doesn't recognize him? Will he be heart broken forever? Or will she remember him? Not what you think, and not a Mary Sue!!!
A/n: I could kick myself right now. Stupid here hasn't gotten to the reason that Jack kidnapped her in the first place. I was gonna put it in the last chapter, but I forgot, so now I will find a way to work it in this one...*ish very mad at herself*
Chapter 4- Painful times
Jack grabbed a hold of the chain that was now hanging limply, and tied it around the pulley system. He looked down at Becca, who had now curled up in a ball on the corner of the lifeboat. "You all right?" He asked, looking down at her, getting no replied. She shook a little, and Jack slipped down next to her, and shook her. "You still a live?" He asked, not sure what he should do.
Becca chocked back a sob; the last thing she wanted was to be by him. He had tried to shot her, and that had scared her horribly. But then again, who wouldn't be scared She hated him for it, as he tried to look at her, in a contorting way, she growled lowly at him. He backed away a little, surprised, "Now luv, you have to let me see this, I will not have you bleedin' on me pearl now can I?"
"I am not going on that damn ship again." Becca growled, and looked at him from the side of his own hat. "First, you let that damn crew of yours take my clothes, and an other thing that I owed. You are a horrible man," She finshed, and twitched when Jack took the hand that he had shot at. He undid his bandana off his head, and wrapped around her hand.
"You ain't the first to say that luv, and you won't be the last." Jack said, "But the first to make it hurt." He whispered to himself. He looked at her, and sighed, "You'll live."
Becca got a blank stare, then it turned to a pissed off one. "I'll LIVE? OF COURSE I WILL LIVE YOU CRAZY ASSHOLE!" She shouted, and Jack cringed, "I only get kidnapped by the worst pirate that I have ever meet and to make matters worst not a damn soul in THE WHOLE CARIBBEAN CARES THAT I AM OUT HERE!" Tears litter her cheeks and looked out onto the ocean.
"Well, I care." Jack said, turn her chin to look at him.
"That is very comforting," Becca lied. "If you haven't kidnapped me in the first place, and for what the reason was, I am still not sure. What were you thinking, trying to shot me?" She growled at him.
"I resent that, I didn't shot you." Jack said, and she glared at him. "I shot at you." He corrected.
"Oh really, then what is this?" She held up her hand, which had been grazed by the bullet, which was now stuck in the wood nearby. "I believe, you shot at me, to kill I might add. And you hit me."
"Ha, only a flesh wound." Jack said, and took his hat back off her head. He replaced it on his head and yawned, "And if I had tried to kill you, I would have Luv. Now let's get back up to the ship."
"Is that all you have to say? Why wouldn't you let me leave?"
"And ruin the Pearl reputation? No thank you. You are stuck with me, so get used to it." Jack said, grabbing her by the back of his shirt, (For those just tuning in, she is still wearing his clothes.) and pulled her to her feet. "And if you want to know where your clothes are, I hind them."
There was a pause. "You hind my clothes? Why the hell would you do a thing like that?" She whispered to him, as he dragged her back to his quarters.
"Well, will you leave with out them?" He wasn't answered, "What I thought."
A week later
Becca looked at her spoon, spinning in on the small, desk like table. She looked hard in it, thinking about getting off the ship. She had been locked in the same room for to long, and Jack haven't come up with any ideas on what to do with her. This was a problem, for the fact was, he knew who she was, but she seemed to remember him as someone else. That was a problem, as soon as Jack walked into the room. Becca didn't look up, but held up a sign that said, "Let me out of here you fucker." It had been made using a spoon and the wood off the table.
"Erm," Jack started then sighed, "Not happening anytime soon, savvy?"
Becca held up a new sign that says, "I knew it. So I burned your pants."
Jack shrugged, "So, not like I need them."
"You a slut huh?" The next sigh read.
"Look, talk to me. With out the sighs."
"How about no." The next one read.
Jack sighed, and rubbed his forehead, "Look, I will tell you why you are here."
Becca looked at Jack, long and hard. "Okay, start."